A Battle For Love

Nico//twelve

I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. A feeling I haven't felt in a long time. And it's all because of one person. Isn't it funny, though? That one person could make us feel insanely good about ourselves by just one tiny thing?

As I lay on this bed and watch Will sleep, I feel my heart skip a beat or two every now and then. His face was relaxed and so close that I could see light freckles dotting his cheeks. His pink and full lips were parted and only inches away from mine with the urge to kiss them strong. One of Will's muscular arms is around me, constantly pulling me closer to him.

Will grunts softly and his eyes flutter open then they close again. "Hey di Angelo." He said with a sleepy smile. Oh gods.

I made a face and pushed him back. "Two words Solace: morning breath." Will smiles wider and pulls me closer.

"I know you love it." He touches his forehead to mine and rubs our noses together. I feel a blush creep in my cheeks at the gesture. "You're so cute."

I scowl, "I am a lot of things, but cute isn't one of them."

"You're right, you, Nico di Angelo, are so gosh darn adorable." He coos.

"Shut up, Solace." I mutter, embarrassed.

"Or what? You'll make me?" Will challenged. I feel my eyes widen slightly. Was–was he flirting with me? Oh gods, I am so not ready for this!

"Y–yeah?" I wince as it comes out more of a question. And to add on to my humiliation, Will laughs. I pout and cross my arms. He looks at me and pulls me into a hug, pulling me to lay on top of him. "It's not funny."

"You're too cute not to laugh. I'm sorry." Will says in a not-so-sincere voice.

"I am not–" I started to protest but he cuts me off. With his lips. Will wraps his arms around my neck, tangling his fingers in with my hair. Last night Will might have said that I was good and a fast learner on kissing but I don't believe him. Before either of us could get into the kiss, Will pulls back, looking bemused and a light blush dusting over his cheeks.

"Um Nico? Wha–what happened to your shirt?" My eyes widen and I look down at my clad chest. What the...? I rack my brain for any inkling of what might have happened. Then it hits me. In the middle of the night I woke up sweating bullets due to the extra heat radiating off Will. The only solutions were to either take off my pants or shirt. I choose my shirt.

"I got hot last night so I might've taken it off. Sorry." I smile sheepishly down at him.

"No! Don't apologize. It just," he gulps, taking a long glance down at my torso, "took me by surprise is all. I didn't think you'd look like...this." It's not like I had an eight pack, just a four pack.

"Jeez Will, stop drooling." I joked. He wasn't really drooling but it was still funny to see him blush and wipe at his mouth.

Will rolls is eyes and sits up, "C'mon, let's go eat." I gasp loudly, making Will's eyes go wide with concern, "What? What's wrong?"

"Are you sick?" I ask over dramatically.

"No? Why?"

"You're letting me out of this prison." Will smiled and rolled his eyes.

Later that day, I was sitting on my bed in my cabin, bored. I don't even know why I was so eager to get out of the infirmary. It was brighter than my cabin, warmer, and it has Will. It's only been a few hours since I last saw him but it feels like it's been a day. But I can't just walk into the infirmary without reason. While lost in my thoughts, my fingers, that were twisting my lip, slipped and cut it.

I hiss at the pain and suck on the little blood that spilt from the scratch. Hey, looks like you have a reason to go to the infirmary, the voice in my head says. Smiling to myself, I get up off my bed and make my way to the infirmary.

"Will?" I call out. "Will!" I step in to see no one. Sighing, I turn around to leave.

"No! Sorry Nico, I'm here. What's up?" I hear him say. I turn around to see m slightly jogging towards me.

"I, uh, kinda got hurt?" I questioned.

"What? Where? How bad?" Will asks as he takes longer strides towards me.

"Um," I mutter, blushing at the ridiculousness of this, "never mind. It's stupid anyways." I turn to leave but Will catches my wrist and pulls me back into his chest.

"No injury is stupid, especially when it comes to you, Death Boy. Now tell me where your injury is and I'll help you." He hugs me from behind and buries his face in my neck.

"My lip." I mutter, not sure if he heard me or not.

"What was that?" He asks with real curiosity.

"My lip. I accidentally scratched my lip while playing with it."

"Oh, well, why didn't you just say so?" He asks and turns me around. "I can fix it without a problem." He says with a smirk. Will begins to lean in and places a light kiss on the scratch. "Better?"

I pretend to think for a second before shaking my head. "I think you've lost your touch, Solace."

"Oh yeah?" He lifts an eyebrow in challenge.

"Yeah." Without warning, Will smashed his lips to mine. His lips move slowly against mine and I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair. Will grabs my waist and walk us backwards into the wall.

"How about now?" He pulls back and asks. I only nod my head, too breathless to speak.

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So this is a little on the short side but I kind of got writer's block in the middle of writing this but I still love it. I think I'm getting less awkward and better at writing gay fluff...well, fluff general.

And can I just say that the Six Chair Challenge on The X Factor is so freaking stressful! I thought Rita had it bad but Holy Hades, I feel so sorry for Cheryl.

Anyways, votes and comments are loved dearly.